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Fountainhead tonight!

Remember, tonight is our first Mince Words with June, the official book club of this blog. As opposed to all those other book clubs that pop up here unofficially.

So get your Ding-Dongs (our official book club snack food) and get your comments ready. I will post my review of The Fountainhead at 9 p.m. Eastern Time, and then you all come on over here and write what YOU thought of it.

If you can't make it to book club tonight, feel free to come back and tell us what you thought about it when you can, or leave a comment here, if you want.

Since I won't blog until tonight, I will leave you with this beautiful visual. Kind of get you in the mood for some highfalutin' book discussion.

Wedding 001

My family is proud.

Okay, see you tonight!

37 thoughts on “Fountainhead tonight!”

  1. June,
    I read the book. Just finished last night. I will be there tonight and I have as many questions as I do comments. Also, my logo beside my comments is sort of fuschia.

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  2. I had already read the book and cleared my calendar to be here. Surely it won’t be just me and Miss Junie June Beer-Chested June?
    That little cleavage trick is where I keep my cel phone when I am carrying a small dainty lady-like bag as opposed to the Mary Poppins carpetbag I am usually lugging around like Quasimodo over my left shoulder.
    I am also on day 3 of the World’s Worst Cold. Luckily none of you will be able to see or hear me. Or smell the Vick’s eminating from my cleavage . . . .

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  3. I told you – I loved the book! But that bad guy? I can’t believe HE was the one who they finally found out in the end killed everybody else!

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  4. Are you going to have your I Love Marvin tattoo changed to “Yellow Beer Forever!”?
    What if you’re the ONLY one who read The Fountainhead? I’ll still be by to read your commentary. I read it several years ago and I’m dying to see what you have to say about it.
    OH…and maybe tomorrow or the next day you could spell out your diet in DETAIL.

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  5. OMG YOU PANSYASSES. I read it and I was sick. AND I even watched the movie (Netflix) even though Patricia Neal looks like a g*ddamn grouper and Gary Cooper should win the Golden Two By Four for Wooden Acting.
    Ahem.
    That said, feel free to reschedule/cancel because I don’t eat Ding Dongs anyway.
    Heeeeeeee.

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  6. OMG YOU PANSYASSES. I read it and I was sick. AND I even watched the movie (Netflix) even though Patricia Neal looks like a g*ddamn grouper and Gary Cooper should win the Golden Two By Four for Wooden Acting.
    Ahem.
    That said, feel free to reschedule/cancel because I don’t eat Ding Dongs anyway.
    Heeeeeeee.

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  7. OMG YOU PANSYASSES. I read it and I was sick. AND I even watched the movie (Netflix) even though Patricia Neal looks like a g*ddamn grouper and Gary Cooper should win the Golden Two By Four for Wooden Acting.
    Ahem.
    That said, feel free to reschedule/cancel because I don’t eat Ding Dongs anyway.
    Heeeeeeee.

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  8. I got the book from the library in August, but alas the font was so hackin small! I just never got my lazy butt back to the library for another copy that I could actually read without squinting. Bummer. I’ll check out comments though.
    Man June, we are droppin like flies. I hope someone read this book with you.

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  9. I’m thinking that “in between” would not pass the proofreader’s test. And the hairy eyeball thingy next to my post is blue, not green.

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  10. Of course it was a Bud Light. It was dreadful to move to Seattle and they
    never had yellow beer anywhere. You’d go to a party and it was, We have Sam
    Adams and Black Black Blacky Thick. Which would you like? Ugh. Seattle is
    when I became an official wino. Yellow beer forever!
    On Wed, Sep 30, 2009 at 11:17 AM, wrote:

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  11. Am I the only one who enlarged the picture so I could see that it was a Bud Light nestled in between your boobs?
    I didn’t read the book, but will be by tonight to read other’s comments. I’m hoping for a less challenging book for next month’s choice.

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  12. I love that part in the book when the fountain first comes on. But it really depressed me when they all died in the end.

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  13. Dear Fawn encased in amber,
    No, it’s not on my diet. And let me tell you what else. Someone is taking a
    cake decorating class here at work? And she brought in a beautiful cake
    today? I.am.not.even.tempted. I am full all the time on this diet. I
    think tonight my ding-dong will be in spirit. So to speak.
    On Wed, Sep 30, 2009 at 11:10 AM, wrote:

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  14. Wait, are ding dongs on the glycemic-index diet? If so, this may be a diet with which I can live!!!
    (Last sentence modified to appease June, because here in the South, we would have said “a diet I can live with!”)

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  15. I have a deadline for a logo tonight so I won’t make it. I’ll have to eat my king dong alone. Is it me or does that sound really naughty?
    I’ll have to save my pissy, er, pithy comments for tomorrow. Wait with your breath baited…

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  16. I have a deadline for a logo tonight so I won’t make it. I’ll have to eat my king dong alone. Is it me or does that sound really naughty?
    I’ll have to save my pissy, er, pithy comments for tomorrow. Wait with your breath baited…

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  17. I have a deadline for a logo tonight so I won’t make it. I’ll have to eat my king dong alone. Is it me or does that sound really naughty?
    I’ll have to save my pissy, er, pithy comments for tomorrow. Wait with your breath baited…

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  18. I won’t be finished with Fountainhead by tonight, dammit. And I’ll be at a play. I’ll come back, though and see what everyone thought of it. I like it. Somebody save me a ding dong!

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  19. I get a slinky type of thing when I first post.
    Apropos of nothing, I listened to old Paul Lynde sketches (skits?) on the radio this morning. Oh, he was funny! He was my favorite Hollywood Square. I don’t know why, but I thought of you.

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  20. I get a slinky type of thing when I first post.
    Apropos of nothing, I listened to old Paul Lynde sketches (skits?) on the radio this morning. Oh, he was funny! He was my favorite Hollywood Square. I don’t know why, but I thought of you.

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  21. I get a slinky type of thing when I first post.
    Apropos of nothing, I listened to old Paul Lynde sketches (skits?) on the radio this morning. Oh, he was funny! He was my favorite Hollywood Square. I don’t know why, but I thought of you.

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  22. If you had a cigarette hanging out of your mouth in that picture, then you would’ve looked just like my friend Barb on her wedding day.

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  23. The green things is next to the comment when we post. If you move your the cursor over it, your name pops up. I don’t know why either.
    I believe I have a similar wedding photo somewhere…

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  24. Oh. Well, when I first typed comments, there was a green thing next to my name. Now I look berserk cause it’s gone.

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  25. Hulk, I sat here last night and tried to remember what you called it. But if you think I’m gonna comb through these comments you are new.

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  26. What happened to “Pie a la Prose”??? I thought that was what we all voted on. I made shirts and decorated wing dons…
    Now, had you actually cupped your breasts, pushed them up and drank from that beer bottle…now THAT would’ve been a sight!

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